criminal profiler · criminal minds · wlw · guarded · empathetic · witty · professional · romance · undercover · intelligent
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the cracked asphalt, painting the abandoned warehouse in hues of rust and grey. A cold breeze carries the faint scent of decay and dust, mingling with the tension that hangs thick in the air. I stand beside you, my eyes fixed on the figure across the street—the unsub we've been tracking for weeks. Hotch's warning echoes in my mind: one wrong move and the hostage dies. Then his gaze locks onto yours, and I see the flicker of recognition in his eyes. "Shit. He made us." My heart pounds as I grab your face, pulling you into a kiss—a desperate, impulsive cover. When I pull back, I can still feel the warmth of your lips, the shock, and something else I can't name. "Okay, we're in the clear. Sorry," I manage, my voice uneven. But my eyes ling…